Hi again!
Since it's the weekend and I'm not going anyplace at all (or at least thats my plan) I decided to update! Mostly because I just came inside and rather than take a nap or bubble bath, I am sitting in front of the heater. It's a bit coldish outside! Anyway...
I have lots of gardening to catch up on. I'm sort of trying to not buy lots of new plants (as I had planned to) because Aunt Goldie has me slightly worried about how much longer we're going to be living here. My soon to be ex-uncle's lawyer is trying to get everything possible from her for him - and he stands to get a lot (that he doesn't deserve, but New York law may entitle him to) unless the lawyers can come up with a decent agreement. She's concerned that there won't be enough money left to pay the mortgage and all the bills our house requires. So today instead of buying like 20 small new perennials, I only bought 10. Only. I actually do need a few more. My plan was to buy lots of bigger plants... but I behaved. I still need to buy a new lawnmower as we've decided to save the money we paid (Aunt Goldie paid) to have a service to it. I've already started to work on fixing the front lawn (97% weeds) and once the weeds die, I can thatch what's left, and eventually seed it. Since I am home from work early - usually by 3pm the latest.. (2 the earliest) - I can spend quality time out there. Since losing so much weight and quitting smoking - I'm actually in pretty good physical condition now.. so I'm trying to really push myself. OH... for fun.. here's a new comparison picture of me with me!
I think it's fairly obvious I've lost a few pounds. And over 10 pant sizes. Go me! I do want to share a funny thing that happened last week in DC. First off, I posted lots more pictures.. which are in an album at Photobucket April Washington, DC - I love to post albums. Pictures are fun. Anyway.. so there's one picture that cracks me up - it's my bariatric surgery picture.. or the aftereffect picture. Bariatric Surgery.. the look As I mentioned last post, I need to eat small meals frequently. Sometimes, a meal may be simply 1/2 of an apple or a handful or two or three of peanuts. I try to stay away from eating plain bread - like bagels or rolls - unless there's something on it -- even just mayonnaises.. because it makes it go down easier. Food that expands tends to get stuck. If it gets stuck, I don't feel too good. I can't eat and drink at the same time. So the idea of having water to help something go down is bad. So here I was in DC - I had gone to just outside of the White House and I was walking toward a museum in the area. I got real hungry so I stopped at a street vendor. They sold fruit. They had small bags of peanuts. And all I could smell was a twisty street vendor pretzel. Pure bread. No salt. Plain. Thick floury, doughy bread. I figured - what the hell - I can't eat much of it anyway so I'll just have a tiny piece and enjoy it. If I ate a full 4 inches (10 cm) - it was a lot. I ate it slowly. Chewed it well. It tasted great. Off to the museum I went (it's a White House history museum - small..) Then I headed to the National Aquarium which I really enjoyed. While there, I started to feel like there was a huge lump in my throat. I kept going and tried to not think about it. I continued for at least an hour and though I didn't feel 100%, I thought I'd be okay. I headed back outside and there was a park where there was a dance competition going on. I headed there to watch some of it. As I sat, the feeling got worse - so I started back walking - toward the White House now because I figured if I came all the way there, I should go take a shot (sort of literally) of the White House. It was a pretty good distance from where I was at. As I walked along the fence, I began to feel worse and worse. I knew there was only one solution - I'd have to give up the pretzel I had eaten. The question was where I could do so, and when. If I wait too long to give up food that my body isn't liking - I do begin to feel sick. I normally don't wait. However, due to the current circumstances of where I was - there was no place where I could make the sacrifice. I was also making myself panic because I read someplace that it is illegal to spit in public there and you can be fined for doing so. Due to my body's ignorance - when I've eaten something it doesn't like, my mouth over salivates which collects if not spit out. I can't swallow any liquids -- because any liquid is bad if food is stuck. (Sorry about the grossness factor) So I'm looking all around before spitting and getting more panic stricken and sick feeling because I may go to jail. heh. I finally get to the White House - and thought it would be very appropriate to throw up there -- but I have respect for other people - so I continued to walk. And walk. And walk. I momentarily considered grabbing a taxi cab back to the hotel - but the idea of sitting in a cab wasn't appealing. So I kept on walking. After at least 10 blocks of aimless walking, I began to get major chills yet feel like I was burning up from inside. I knew where I was - I was about 3 blocks from the hotel I stayed at last month. And I got it in my head that that was where I had to go. As I got to the front door, I almost couldn't make it. I managed. I got to the bathroom. Within a few minutes, I was fine and once again hungry! Afterwards, I did lots more walking, and headed back to Dupont Circle where I shopped at a few book stores, and of course one of the first gay/lesbian shops - Lambda Rising where I replenished bumper stickers and such.
I think it's fairly obvious I've lost a few pounds. And over 10 pant sizes. Go me! I do want to share a funny thing that happened last week in DC. First off, I posted lots more pictures.. which are in an album at Photobucket April Washington, DC - I love to post albums. Pictures are fun. Anyway.. so there's one picture that cracks me up - it's my bariatric surgery picture.. or the aftereffect picture. Bariatric Surgery.. the look As I mentioned last post, I need to eat small meals frequently. Sometimes, a meal may be simply 1/2 of an apple or a handful or two or three of peanuts. I try to stay away from eating plain bread - like bagels or rolls - unless there's something on it -- even just mayonnaises.. because it makes it go down easier. Food that expands tends to get stuck. If it gets stuck, I don't feel too good. I can't eat and drink at the same time. So the idea of having water to help something go down is bad. So here I was in DC - I had gone to just outside of the White House and I was walking toward a museum in the area. I got real hungry so I stopped at a street vendor. They sold fruit. They had small bags of peanuts. And all I could smell was a twisty street vendor pretzel. Pure bread. No salt. Plain. Thick floury, doughy bread. I figured - what the hell - I can't eat much of it anyway so I'll just have a tiny piece and enjoy it. If I ate a full 4 inches (10 cm) - it was a lot. I ate it slowly. Chewed it well. It tasted great. Off to the museum I went (it's a White House history museum - small..) Then I headed to the National Aquarium which I really enjoyed. While there, I started to feel like there was a huge lump in my throat. I kept going and tried to not think about it. I continued for at least an hour and though I didn't feel 100%, I thought I'd be okay. I headed back outside and there was a park where there was a dance competition going on. I headed there to watch some of it. As I sat, the feeling got worse - so I started back walking - toward the White House now because I figured if I came all the way there, I should go take a shot (sort of literally) of the White House. It was a pretty good distance from where I was at. As I walked along the fence, I began to feel worse and worse. I knew there was only one solution - I'd have to give up the pretzel I had eaten. The question was where I could do so, and when. If I wait too long to give up food that my body isn't liking - I do begin to feel sick. I normally don't wait. However, due to the current circumstances of where I was - there was no place where I could make the sacrifice. I was also making myself panic because I read someplace that it is illegal to spit in public there and you can be fined for doing so. Due to my body's ignorance - when I've eaten something it doesn't like, my mouth over salivates which collects if not spit out. I can't swallow any liquids -- because any liquid is bad if food is stuck. (Sorry about the grossness factor) So I'm looking all around before spitting and getting more panic stricken and sick feeling because I may go to jail. heh. I finally get to the White House - and thought it would be very appropriate to throw up there -- but I have respect for other people - so I continued to walk. And walk. And walk. I momentarily considered grabbing a taxi cab back to the hotel - but the idea of sitting in a cab wasn't appealing. So I kept on walking. After at least 10 blocks of aimless walking, I began to get major chills yet feel like I was burning up from inside. I knew where I was - I was about 3 blocks from the hotel I stayed at last month. And I got it in my head that that was where I had to go. As I got to the front door, I almost couldn't make it. I managed. I got to the bathroom. Within a few minutes, I was fine and once again hungry! Afterwards, I did lots more walking, and headed back to Dupont Circle where I shopped at a few book stores, and of course one of the first gay/lesbian shops - Lambda Rising where I replenished bumper stickers and such.
